“Three hundred for the first ten minutes. After that, every five minutes is an additional hundred. No funny business. No drugs. Your clothes stay on. If Bronco tells you it’s over, or calls me in there for any reason, it stops, no questions asked, no refunds. Got it?”
I nod, handing over the three hundred. I have no idea how long a normal lap dance is, but ten minutes sounds like a long time.
Bronco leads me into the booth, which is really moreof a small room with a curved couch taking up most of it. I try not to think about how gross the couch probably is as the security guy closes the curtain behind us and Bronco leads me over to sit down.
“Is this your first time in a strip club?” he asks conversationally, and I nod as he starts to dance to the music playing in here. He’s so close, slowly moving his hands up and down his body. So confident and sensual, and after the walk over to the booth and talking to that security guard, my erection had started flagging. But after only a few moments alone in here with him, I’m already back to being uncomfortably hard.
I’m perched on the edge of the couch, because I truly have no idea what to do with any part of my body right now. Bronco comes closer, placing his hands on my shoulders, guiding them back. “Relax, baby. It’s just you and me in here. Let loose a bit.”
I try to do as he says, scooting my hips back, relaxing against the back of the couch. My nerves are at an all-time high, and I’m sure my cheeks are on absolute fire, but I am having fun. I’m just new to everything about tonight.
Bronco spins so his ass is facing me as he continues to dance. Wow. I’ve admired asses before. But having him dancing right in front of me in a thong, I’m sure it’s the best I’ve ever seen.
When he turns to face me again, he climbs into my lap with no warning, and I let out an embarrassingly loud surprised gasp. He bites his lip like he’s trying to holdback his amusement. His knees are resting on the couch on either side of me, practically straddling me now as hovers just above me, rolling his body, continuing his dance.
My dick is so uncomfortably hard. I want to reach out and grab his hips and pull him down onto me for real. I’m dying for some sort of relief, some sort of friction. But I need to be good. To follow the rules so this doesn’t end prematurely. I keep my hands on the couch where they are, stretched out, fingers digging into the leather as I fight the urge to do anything stupid.
But then he drops down, eliminating the space between us entirely as he grinds his perfect ass down onto my lap. That gasp before was nothing compared to the whimper that escapes my throat at that. My hips involuntarily thrust upward.
“Oh fuuuuck,” I say on a groan as my cock finally feels the relief of that attention. His weight feels so fucking good on top of me, but then I quickly realize what I’m doing. “Oh fuck! I’m so sorry.”
Bronco lets out a short laugh before grinding down onto my erection again, dragging his ass slowly up and down the length of my cock where it’s trapped by my pants. “God, you’re adorable. So responsive.” I let out another involuntary moan as he drags his hands over my chest, rubbing his thumb over the peak of my nipple that’s pebbled through my shirt. The motion sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. “Do you think you could come like this? Just from me in your lap.”
Absolutely.
But… is he saying he wants me to? “Is that… is that allowed?” I manage to stutter out between deep breaths as I attempt to have some control, dangerously close to the edge already as he continues to move on top of me.
When I hooked up with the guy in Seattle, I bottomed. When I shared my lack of experience, the other man was more than happy to run the show. I loved it. Now, in a way, I’m getting to experience something similar. Instead of handing over that control, with Bronco being a stripper, I’m forced to sit here and take whatever he’s willing to give me.
It’s such a full-blown turn on for me.
There’s a wicked glint in his eyes now as he nods. “Keep those pants on and you’re fine.” He shifts his body, holding onto the back of the couch as he does a body roll, repositioning his hips somehow so his hard cock rubs against my erection, and the sight of that, the feel of it, is too much.
His body is moving so perfectly, I can almost imagine him fucking me, and I get lost in the fantasy, feeling his cock on mine. The urge to touch him is so strong, he’s so muscular and sexy, but I don’t. I follow the rules like I’m supposed to with the hope of getting that reward. I’m so fucking close. I let out a whimper again as I climb closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm.
“Come for me, Stud,” he whispers the command right in my ear, and god, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
My orgasm crashes into me, my entire body seemingto spasm from the intensity as the pleasure overwhelms me, and I come right in my underwear, still fully clothed.
When I finally catch my breath and recover, Bronco stands, still smiling. He’s also still hard, and I have no idea what the etiquette here is, but I don’t think I’m supposed to touch him at all.
“Holy shit. I’m so sorry, god, that’s so embarrassing. I can’t believe I?—”
“That was really hot. Don’t apologize.”
“Fuck.” I run my hands through my hair. I can’t believe I just did that. “Here, I’m sure I owe you more money. Fuck,” I repeat, pulling my wallet out again. He puts a gentle hand on mine.
“Breathe. If you want to tip me again, I obviously won’t say no,” he teases in his slow southern drawl. “But I don’t want you leaving here feeling bad about what happened.”
I finally look up to meet his gaze, and it does seem like he’s actually concerned. I try to take a deep breath, and it sputters out of me in a surprised laugh. What a fucking night. He smiles again, looking a little smug now, as he helps me stand up. “Really, don’t feel bad, okay? I gave you permission. It was hot for me too, especially since you followed the rules.”
Despite how embarrassed I still feel, I’m smiling again too. “Yeah, okay. I would like to tip you though.”
He shrugs, rolling his eyes playfully. “If you insist.” I hand him the rest of what’s in my wallet, not bothering to count it. “Well, fuck. You’re welcome back any time.”
“Thanks for tonight, really. This was… just, thank you,” I manage to get out before standing up, walking out of the booth, and straight out of the club.
I can’t believe that actually happened, but as I really consider it, I have no regrets.
